Tony's laugh was like honey to Steve's ears making his spine melt like butter. Tony was laying on the coach, Peter and Logan holding him down as Steve had a hold of his legs in a vice grip his nails running over the sensitive skin on the bottom of the other mans feet.
Tony was bucking and twisting his white t-shirt rising up revealing a defined abdomen knees jerking. His black hair was disheveled and sticking up in all directions head tossed back, pail blue eyes almost black.
Tony was having a hard time controlling his bladder and an, even harder time breathing.
His jeans were loose and were sliding down his hips.
He kicked forward his heel connecting with Steve's side, the man grunted but didn't let go. One of Tony's hands gripped the cushion, the other reached up and grabbed Peter's shirt. With a strong tug he pulled Peter on top of him distracting Steve for a moment, a moment was all he needed. Flexing his thighs he pulled his legs out of Steve's grasp he pushed Peter off of him and into Logan he kicked Steve in the shoulder then in the head keeping the man from grabbing him again. Steve watched as Tony ran smiling it was good to see him happy.
Tony was in the bathroom a second later the door slammed and locked. He sat on the floor his back against the door gasping. When he wasn't shaking so hard he stood up and did his business. As he washed his hands he looked in the mirror.
His face was flushed, his hair a mess, he looked he hand just had sex. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. His heart was still pounding but he couldn't help smiling. The New Avengers were going to be the death of him.